The suggestion displeased Mätzeniä.
"Don’t involve Leä." She glared back at Vurckair. Which could had been threatening, or convincing, if she weren’t sucking the young man’s fingers.
"Are you sure?." He analyzed Mätzeniä’s voice, and saw Äzäleä. "I could convince her to participate in–"
"Don’t... Please." Mätzeniä hesitated, and stopped her mouth’s suction.
Vurckair retracted his fingers, letting her speak.
"Don’t inspire more false hopes in me. I’m conscious of how wrong are my feelings for her."
"Are they?." Asked Naylyn Puzzled; She couldn’t see anything wrong, if it’s putted aside the spying/stalking. "Isn’t Äzäleä your step-sister?; The fact that you two share a Surname it’s just a coincidence."
"You can’t..." Mätzeniä stopped herself half sentence, changing her answer. "You two are unable to understand."
A dejected sigh escaped her. "Forget the topic; Let’s focus on finish this depraved encounter, and pretend it never happened."
"Of course." Nonchalantly said Vurckair. "Or you could have some faith, and tell us; Like i said. «We don’t judge»."
Mätzeniä agreed on her own terms. "Can you take away your member?. I want to speak face to face; But i don’t want to see «That thing»."
"Touching my cock is fine. But seeing it isn’t?. Are you serious, Piper?."
"Yes. It’s massive size made me anxious."
"So i’m the culprit..." Vurckair stepped back, fixing his Adarga to hide the hard-on under his scales.
{Too bad i don’t carry blindfolds... Wait. I have something far better. «The Farioth’s straps»}
[ Error: Globe-Jumper items are tied to the First Embryon’s space ]
{What a disappoinment}
"Better?."
"Ye-Yes." Stammered Mätzeniä, barely believing Vurckair complied.
"Why are you stupefied, Piper?."
"Because you agreed without asking for anything–"
"First of all. I want something: «You telling us the story»." Vurckair clarified. "And i dislike forcing me upon others. I can occasionally be very pushy; Sure. But in general, if you don’t feel comfortable around me, «Say it». We can reach an agreement."
Mätzeniä turned around, and confessed as she sat on the floor. "Äzäleä is my sister."
"Oh... Is this some kind of political ploy?. Or is it for security reasons that she’s publicly your step-sister?."
"None of the two Vurckair. Her parents and Äzäleä’s are different." Naylyn stated, and Mätzeniä argued.
"That is why i said you are unable to understand!."
"We’ll remain clueless if you don’t explain yourself properly!." Scolded Naylyn, though she already has an idea of why Mätzeniä is reluctant. ’She must be like me.’
"I... I have visions and dreams about another life, okay?. It happens since my birth."
’I knew it.’ Employing the opportunity, Naylyn revealed her situation. "I have those dreams too. But you shouldn’t confuse your previous life with the current one."
Mätzeniä couldn’t believe it. For almost 20 years she occulted the truth from everyone, and she always had someone close by with whom she could share her doubts and sorrows.
"They are just that. Dreams." Remarked Naylyn. "Even if it’s part of us. Don’t let it dictate your new future. Learn from those experiences. Yes. I totally agree. Ignoring an answer that benefits you, just because it doesn’t feel granted, it’s stupid."
Mätzeniä nodded, then her expression turned grim. "I know she has lived at least a second life. I heard her murmuring during her sleep about some «Nick» having sex with her. And by the sound, she was extremely into it."
’Did i looked like that defending Vurckair?!. Gosh!. I can’t be obsessed with him!. Or can i?.’ Naylyn ignored her mental rambling and questioned. "Why are you so sure?."
"Piper must had discerned Äzäleä’s second life because this «Nick» doesn’t belong to this life, nor to the previous one."
"Correct. I may not be as influential among the Mäwller with my current power. But as a Ma’ájesh. I can still find out who approaches Äzäleä, when, and for what reasons."
"Forget «Piper, for Peeper». You are more like a «Stacy, for Stalker»."
"Hey,!. You said you wouldn’t judge me!."
"And i didn’t, Piper. It’s an established fact by your life’s, not a preconceived one."
"Then. What about you, Vurckair?. Have you lived other life?."
"No. My situation is fundamentally different from yours..."
{Even Balalaika doesn’t know what i went through. Brenna, on the other hand...}
His thoughts were interrupted by a notification that the three of them could see.
[ Blue Glint - Exoder (Victorer) ]
[ Red Glint - Snatcher (Usurper) ]
[ Yellow Glint - Reborner (Multi-Lifer) ]
"So it’s called «Glint»." Mätzeniä is coated in a yellow glow, just like Naylyn, and Äzäleä.
"Miss Mussers had one too..." Naylyn murmured, seeing Vurckair has a red shine unrelated to his True-Wine aura. "Balalaika is the same as you?."
"Similar–"
The notification disappeared, and the Glints vanished. Followed by aloud yawn that came from the bedroom.
Äzäleä concluded her pleasurable study session, and seemed ready to sleep.
{The show is over}
Mätzeniä stood up. "Can we postpone it?."
"What exactly?."
"Your erection. I am a woman of my word. I said i would do it, and i will."
"I don’t see why not, Piper. But. You can’t refuse me whenever i want your assistance."
"What?!."
"Why so dismayed?. It has to be fair."
"Exactly!. I’m not Cailly to do as you desire!."
"True. But rather than a Brocon, skinny, stuck-up girl. I prefer the over conscious Siscon. So let’s not put labels or limitations, and simply help each other. Like you pointed out, Piper. I don’t really need you. I just want to know that i can count with your willing assistance if the situation calls for it."
"Fine. But don’t expect me to do it more than twice a day..."
{What?!}
"I know men need to release tension a minimum of five times a day or they can be severely affected by the Ascension Animal Affection. You are not twenty. But five times it’s too much. I have my own agenda."
{I don’t know who, or where, she heard such nonsense. But i’m going to enjoy the benefits as much as i can}
"Okay, let’s make it official, bend over with your bare buttocks."
Mätzeniä was about to protest, but she understood it was futile, and obeyed.
A hard smack crashed on the rounded, right ass cheek of Mätzeniä; The silhouette of Vurckair’s hand imprinted in red on the damsel’s skin.
"Consider it a promissory note. You don’t need to do anything that goes against your principles. But, i want to do this daily, so you remember our agreement."
Mätzeniä straightened her pants, the burning sensation still present on her flesh. "I won’t forget it. But don’t mess with Leä."
"«Noted, and Engraved»." Acknowledged Vurckair, activating his Camouflage to conceal Naylyn, and return to the passages.
It was late in the night, and after her passive expectations, Naylyn decided to take action.
As soon as they returned to the dormitory, she squeezed hard Vurckair’s hand.
The pressure might have crushed another person, and that’s precisely why it caught the young man’s attention.
They simply looked at each other; He showed a caring smile.
Naylyn is insecure and jealous, but that doesn’t change her desire to express, and explore her feelings.
She watched Vurckair, and pulled him into the bathroom’s privacy. No words were needed. Naylyn removed her garments one by one. She didn’t hesitate, nor did she remain calm.
Her decision was made, and before Vurckair, she stopped holding back. Her lovely, feminine, petite body was replaced by well developed curves.
{This is a dumb move...}
Acknowledged Vurckair in his mind.
Yet; He retracted the Adarga as his appearance returned to the 25 Year old seasoned veteran.
Naylyn was smitten, utterly lost in her own thoughts. She admitted Vurckair was handsome, but had no idea what to call his true, seasoned form.
Just seeing him walking past her into the shower made her bite her lip, knowing that her intimate, lower lips were trembling with anticipation.
His cock stood erect, and the shower’s water fell over Vurckair like a mystical veil.
Instinctively, Naylyn followed, pressing her back on him, slowly grinding her buttocks to feel the throbbing hard shaft.
"Nalune, stop teasing me." He demanded, the words firm, and husky.
She looked at him, and turned around, placing soft kisses on his chest, meticulously going down.
Her hands slided around his ripped torso, without forgetting her destination.
Dainty fingers finally wrapped around Vurckair’s hardened virility.
The close-up view sent a thrill shot through Naylyn’s spine, watering her mouth, and not because of the running stream coming from above.
She began to stroke the shaft, her right hand moving with resolution despite her inexperience.
Suddenly, the rhythm became precise, more fluid, and unnaturally pleasant. Her fingers tightened around the pole’s base, while her other hand attended the bulbous head.
She even pumped the length with opposite and simultaneous directions, up and down colliding at the dick’s midpoint.
{So this is what a Profession can do when it kicks in. No wonder Cardennia was pissed off. I don’t mind though...}
Naylyn knelt in front of Vurckair, matching his gaze.
"I am at your service."
She professed with devotion, opening her mouth without taking her eyes off his, letting a thread of saliva fall from her tongue onto the tip of Vurckair’s cock...